Spooky Stories: Winner: The Blue Light

October 31, 1990|By TRINKE VAUGHAN

"He sure looks strange," Jim whispered to me.

"Yeah," I replied absentmindedly. We were both staring at the new kid across the street. He looked like your average 13-year-old kid. Shaggy brown hair, average height, T-shirt, shorts and worn-out shoes. But there was something wild and strange about him.

He walked with a kind of tenseness, and he kept looking around like he was expecting something to come flying out of the sky and gun him down. But his eyes; his eyes were a dead give-away. They had a kind of evil fire in them. Like he wasn't human.

Apparently Jim saw the same mysterious signs I had seen, and said, "C-mon, let's go home."

Later that night, I was watching TV and noticed a blue light outside. I looked out a window facing the street and saw that the strange blue light was coming out of the new kid's basement. I wondered what on earth that could be.

It was then I realized Levi was barking. "OK, Mom," I answered and went outside. I yelled to Levi to be quiet, but he wouldn't quit. Something was making him perturbed, but I didn't know what. So I brought Levi in.

When we got back in, he still wouldn't quit. The only thing left to do was lock him in the garage. I hated to do that, but he wouldn't shut up. Then I remembered the blue light.

I called Jim and told him about the light. He said he saw it too and wanted to know what it was.

"I say we go in there and find out," I replied.

"I'll try anything once." Jim said.

"Meet me by the basement window in one hour. Oh, and bring sunglasses."

We met at an open window, put our glasses on and climbed quietly in. The blue light was dazzling and very bright. Even with our glasses, we had to squint.

After our eyes adjusted, it was easier to see. All around us were toys. Just toys. But what was even stranger was that they were all moving. Every one of them, from the stuffed bears to the electric submarine.

I then noticed that they were all closing in on Jim and me very quickly. It may have been my imagination, but to me it seemed like they had an eerie, evil smirk on their faces. These were no regular toys.

A toy Indian brave shot an arrow at Jim, missing his head by inches. I pulled Jim's arm in the direction of the window to get out of there, but Legos had boarded up the entrance. A GI Joe drove up in his tank and began shooting little bullets at us. It felt like little needles piercing our unprotected skin.

Well, all this was creating quite a noise and soon the boy entered the basement. As soon as he saw us, his eyes flashed an evil blue, and out of his mouth came a quiet, yet earsplitting command, "Attack!" At that, the toys swarmed around us. I grabbed a toy chainsaw and cut through the wall of Legos. I threw the chainsaw back in the room as Jim and I scrambled out.

The chainsaw hit the gas line, cutting it wide open. I knew the house was going to blow up in a matter of seconds from all the fire power coming from the toy soldiers. Jim and I dove into a ditch by the street seconds before the explosion. The whole house went up in a ball of fire.

Everything was gone. The toys, the boy, the house and the evil blue light.